Upstairs, in our private place Lash you not with my tongue, But lash you with my tongue. Tie you up in velvet ribbons. Soft edged with shiny silk. Handcuffs I use to keep you trapped. I will be sure to not lose the key. A spot of erotic filthiness between only you and me. Halt you with my kisses A proper way to spend some time. Mention not the loving issues. Bursting out the front. Taking my loving issue and stuff it in your cunt. I wonβt forget the tissues. As an afterthought. Use them to dry your all my tears. To wipe my eyes, as you are leaving. After all these years... Whip cracked undeniably. Around your bottom cheeks. While your fist it bled my lips. Between your nipping teeth. You bit. As you made me bleed. My request, not yours. βHell Boyβ, you say, βWhatever, your perverse requests, You are still mighty fine!β ~ #stairs #steps #chair #APlaceToSit #barn #forgotten #abandoned #forgotten #decay #π #rundown #StoryInn #Nashville #Indiana #MoreThanBedAndBreakfast #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #ππ #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #π·π #CTSelf (at Story Inn Bed & Breakfast) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpEymCiHeV0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a17drzz74bm6